Posts Tagged ‘Banalities’

So Grant left today. He found a space in a halfway house, and I haven’t been so grateful for something in a long while. The anxiety around his impending homelessness was killing me. It seems weird that he isn’t here.

I am still freaking out about money but the rest of my impending move planning is going ok. The guy I thought I had sold two bookcases to had to bail, health problems, complicated story, so now I need to find another buyer for those.

I blew through a shitload of money today, no way to avoid it, but it certainly is not easing my anxiety at all. I hate money. I would barter all damn day if I had any skill or talent that was at all salable. Alas, no one is willing to pay me to sit around drinking beverages and being pithy.

A shame, that. What a lovely way to pay for gas.

This sinus infection is kicking my ass.
It had been building in severity over te last few weeks and this week it finally hit the point where I could no longer kid myself that it was bad allergies, so I went to my ENT who looked up my nose and said Eeww, GROSS. Then gave me antibiotics.
These do not seem to be working.
It’s wicked hot today, and I hate that, so I would have stayed inside anyway, but would have been sans face and head pain, which I can’t help but think would have made the day more enjoyable.
GAH. I’m gonna make me a sandwich. Some days, that’s all you can do.

Ok, I’ll just get it out: I am completely terrified that the end of May will arrive and I will not have enough money to rent the car and get down to Joshua Tree. There.

*sigh*

In the meantime, I am continuing to purge and pack.

I have this bubble fairy. It was a gift from my step sisters. When my stepmother, whom I was quite fond of, died, her huge collection of figurines were inherited by her three daughters. There were four of these bubble fairies, one for each season, I think. They each took one and sent one to me. It’s called Harvest, and was made in 1991. It is apparently a limited edition or some such, by Jessica De Stefano, whoever she is.
It is exceedingly ugly. But it meant a lot that they included me, so I kept it all these years. But now I am going to sell it, since I found its certificate of authenticity, which makes it a bit more valuable.

Also, we have discovered that Kato is afraid of the sound of packing tape, the weirdo.

I have been coveting this tote for the better part of a year. It’s so enthusiastically sunny and bright, I keep going back over and over to look at it. I know the dimensions are there, but I have no idea what size it is, because when you start talking in inches and yards and feet and such, I must tell you that I do not speak your crazy moon language.
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Some fuckers were stupid enough to set off two bombs in Boston. People were killed, one an 8 year old.
The bombers may have already realized that there was an error in their calculations. You don’t fuck with a city that has made it’s rep by being obstreperous, revenge oriented and both those things for longer than this country has even existed. Boston holds a fucking grudge.
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I have been fighting with my occipital neuropathy for the past week. This body is fucking done, man. They were able to grow a rat kidney in a lab, I can hop for new nerves in my head. PLUS maybe I’ll be able shoot fire out of my eyes.

I am packing up the remains of my life and posting them to my parents. I am fairly sure this will be less expensive than renting a truck. I would totally fly but Kato is an elderly cat, and a terrible traveler and so he is considered a very poor risk for sedation or flight. I can’t help but think that him howling for three hours at the top of his lungs will not be found acceptable by the other travelers.
So a car it is, and Bev Kaply and my dad have gotten cuter and cuter as they try to help me by researching doctors and going to the housing authority to see if they need to sign me up for services. It’s nice that they are so excited that I will be moving so close. We haven’t lived within 30 mins of each other in about 20 years, and I am as excited as they are, although probably less demonstrative about it, on account of MOVING MY WHOLE LIFE and stuff.
I am also concerned about leaving Grant homeless. I can only tell myself it’s bound to work out. I’d sacrifice a chicken, but Grant is allergic.
I ordered cat food and cleaning stuff from Amazon that has apparently disappeared into the ether along with my money. If it doesn’t show up soon, I am gonna have a fucking fit. For serious.
Anyway, I have to do dialysis, because apparently I will die without it, blah blah blah.